The Crown of Ptolemy (Demigods & Magicians, #3)

by Rick Riordan

I kissed her, because 1) when you’re a demigod going into battle, every kiss might be your last, and 2) I like kissing her.

Butts are like that sometimes. They can be, well, butts.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Wadjet roared. “YOU DARE TAKE A SELFIE WITH THE COBRA GODDESS?”

If Annabeth and I ever had a daughter, she might be a lot like Sadie. Whoa. It’s not like I’d never dreamed about kids before. I mean, you date someone for over a year, the idea is going to be in the back of your mind somewhere, right?

Yet, looking at Sadie, I could imagine that someday maybe I’d have a little girl who looked like Annabeth and acted like me—a cute little hellion of a demigod, stomping through puddles and flattening monsters with magic camels.

“Percy, explaining things to you is like lecturing a gerbil.”

“Giant chicken mode,” I remembered. “Dude, my avatar is a falcon-headed warrior.” “I still think you could get a sponsorship deal with KFC. Make some big bucks.”

“Wow, okay. I’m invisible, aren’t I?” Sadie applauded. “You’ve never looked better, brother dear.”

“The only thing better than a giant chicken man is a giant invisible chicken man.”

The history of Egypt is basically a list of which upstarts you’ve yielded to.

“Are you crazy? You throw away your notes after a test?”

I keep waiting for the day when the bad guy sees me and screams, I give up! But it hasn’t happened yet.

“Fight smart,” Annabeth said. “Not angry.”